The first phase of my running triumvirate was complete Saturday, with my buddy Steve leading me through a gentle twelve-miler. Well, it felt fairly challenging at the time, but The Wife was helpful enough to do the math upon my triumphal return home, whereupon I noted with deep shame the sludgy pace of our run. Somehow, it was even slower than when I’m pushing The Girl in the stroller! But my gracious host spoke not a word about this, other than inviting me to infinitesimally increase the pace once we got back to the Memorial Bridge (which I did with great bravado). I was redlining by the time we arrived at the Iwo Jima, and he let me finish with a flourish before I staggered to a stop. Gatorade has never tasted better, nor the satisfying security of a true friend.
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Mike:
Getting back in great condition will not come easy—-
Dad
Most of us would be pleased to walk 12 miles, let alone run or even jog. Well done!
12 miles is serious street cred. The birthday cometh and I find my self honing in on it like a beacon at the end of every run. I can’t wait.
Amazing. I could never do it.
I would be lucky if my car would do twelve miles… Congrats are in order Well done….
TS
I second my husband, twice! Amazing, and he could never do it.
Shonda